Album: Tennessee Plowboy His Guitar

Texarkana Baby

(Fred Rose - Cottonseed Clark)

She's my Texarkana baby
Do I love her Lowdy Law
Her pappy came from Texas
Her maw from Arkansas.

I'm twisted round her finger
Like a little piece of string
And yet I'm satisfied because
She's such a precious thing.

If she hauled off and slapped me
I would never feel the sting
She's my Texarkana baby

She's my Texarkana baby
Do I love her Lowdy Law
Her pappy came from Texas
And her maw from Arkansas.

She's pretty as a picture
And you ought to hear her name
It's sweet as sarghum syrup
And good ol' blue ribbon cane.

She gives me lots of sugar
and she never spills a grain
she's my Texarkana baby.

She's my Texarkana baby
Do I love her Lowdy Law
Her pappy came from Texas
And her maw from Arkansas.

One night I went a callin'
On my pretty little maid
I must admit to you
I was a little bit afraid.

To offer her a diamond ring
With one installment pay
She's my Texarkana baby.

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She's my Texarkana baby
Do I love her Lowdy Law
Her pappy came from Texas
And her maw from Arkansas.

She's got two eyes that twinkle
Like a good ol' country star
She's got a perfect figure
That'll stop you where you are.

Why everytime I look at her
I think of my guitar
She's my Texarkana baby...